She frowned a little, still confused, and the man she was talking too was confusing her even more. He had some type of dream about her and here she is? How? Why? What the hell was going on?

"Yes... I suppose I am from the future... what year is it anyway? And what did you dream? Do you know how I got here?" She knew she was asking too many questions at once, but she wanted answers and she didn't want to wait and ask them one at a time.